Intrinsic Heart

The Sea I need the sea because it teaches me. I don’t know if I learn music or awareness, if it’s a single wave or its vast existence, or only its harsh voice or its shining suggestion of fishes and...

Introduction: Don’t worry if you don’t understand this. It doesn’t matter. A Candle That Burns Forever Let this be a spark Now we don’t need the oil to burn for eight days. We need it to burn for 365 days....

Solstice by Robyn Sarah A sly gift it is that on the year's shortest day, the sun stays longest in this house - extends the wand of its slow slant and distant squint farthest into the long depths of our...

Eternity A poem written three thousand years ago about a man who walks among horses grazing on a hill under the small stars comes to life on a page in a book and the woman reading the poem in her...

Late Ripeness By Czeslaw Milosz Translated by Robert Hass and Czeslaw Milosz Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I entered the clarity of early morning.    One...

  For Carolyn Kizer and John Woodbridge, Recalling Our Celebration of George Herbert’s Birthday, 1983 As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air sustains them, so would I...